When I die, put my ashes into a run of Funko Pops
I got a theory I wanna test
Mainly, can I return to life through sheer force of will as an army of vinyl figurines
So it finally happened yesterday, I’ve been talking to this girl on hexbear.net for awhile and yesterday she came over for the first time. Let’s just say we shared more than a socialist fraternal kiss. My favorite Stalin POP was on the shelf while I was losing my vital essences and I actually looked over at it a few times just to be sure that during the act, there would be a remembrance of Stalin. I was already greatly fond of this Pop but I’m feeling a lot more sentimental now that it’s been part of such an incredible experience, I don’t think I could ever purge it now. Is there anyone on here who had a similar experience? What pops do you still have from when you lost your virginity?
